CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

And now she could only wonder, what exactly was Marco's job? She had gotten the hint that he was big, but not big enough to be around all these sets of people.

"He's on a vacation."

"Ah, I see. We all need that once in a while." Duke says, and Mea couldn't help but smile like a fool in front of the man. She was so close to him, someone so big and powerful was standing right next to her.

Yes she'd met men who appeared on TV, but that didn't happen all the time, and it was on totally different occasions, and a lot more different circumstances that always included her being beaten up and used as a sex toy.

"Marchetti, I know you can be as thoughtless as Silvestri sometimes, but don't you think it's common courtesy to introduce the lady?" The man pointed at her, and her breath ceased, thinking… He noticed me again.

"Oh, Mr. Duke this is Mea, Mea, love, this is…"